Commencing facepalm in 3, 2, 1. [Canon is Pacific Rim]

[gipsypilot]

You sure do have a type when it comes to the characters you decide to pick up, don't you? Is five lines of dialogue or less a requirement with you or something? I mean, you could have at least waited until you got your hands on the comic before shoving me into a journal. Patience is a virtue sometimes. And yes, I know that I am starting to sound like Pentecost, but you seem to inspire that kind of thing.

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I haaaaaaaaad to

[donteatthat]

[Oh hai.

Yes. That is a baby kaiju who happens to have a very beaten up looking old oil drum clutched in its tail claw. Hey, drumming made the other hunter-creature like it better! And this one is yelling!]

YOU DID NOT.

[gipsypilot]

[What the hell is that what he thinks it is OH SHIT IT IS.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, if you are the baby kaiju) he does not currently have his two thousand ton skyscraper tall robot of kaiju death with him. That does not stop him from dropping into standard combat stance...not that he really has anything to fight a kaiju with on him.]

YOU CAN'T FIGHT THE ADORABLE FOREVER

[donteatthat]

[It sets the drum down and is about to start tapping on it when the hunter-creature falls into combat stance and ABORT ABORT THIS ONE IS MAD!

It snatches back the drum and backs up, tripping on itself pretty quickly and falling in a heap because it's not the most graceful creature on land. It makes a mournful little cheep.]

FIGHT IS THE WRONG WORD CHOICE THERE.

[gipsypilot]

[Sorry little? monster but Yancy here missed the memo about the PPDC having a pet kaiju around. And even if he had seen the memo, he would not be among the first trying to pet you. He would be too busy yelling, er, politely asking Newton if he had lost his fool mind.

As it is, the sad chirp does not do much to convince Yancy that he can drop the combat stance. Kaiju have played dead and clumsy before, with disastrous results for any Ranger dumb enough to let down their guard. He should know.]

[donteatthat]

[If the hunter-creature can't see it, it isn't there! The kaiju sticks the dented oil drum in front of it, covering its head with its foreclaws. Now it is totally hidden ok.

Man where are its mind-bonded creatures when it needs them? :c ]

Hi, Yancy, have a Jaeger AI

[spaceinyourhead]

[Well, this is interesting. It looks like he's not the only one who's come 'back from the dead' around here. Might as well say hi.]

"Greetings, Pilot Yancy Beckett."

[gipsypilot]

[Coming back from the dead seems to be a popular and frequent occurrence from what he has seen so far. Can't say that he is complaining about it overly much. As it is he is trying to figure out what Jaeger this AI is from. Not one that he is familiar with.]

Uh. Hi.

[spaceinyourhead]

[Nope, can't really complain. Even being program-napped was preferable to sitting in storage forever.

Oh, that's right, he should probably introduce himself, shouldn't he?]

"I'm Clu 1.0, formerly AI of the Jaeger designated Space Paranoids, and soon-to-be AI of the Jaeger currently designated 'The Mean Green Machine from Outer Space'."

[Pause]

"They're working on the name. I think."

[gipsypilot]

[The working name for the new Jaeger earns a small smirk from the pilot. He has heard some strange names for Jaegers - both unofficial and official - but that one sort of tops it.]

Hopefully. That one is a bit of a mouthful to shout over the comm lines.

[spaceinyourhead]

"Yeah. Though just 'Mean Green' or 'Green Machine' wouldn't be too bad. Or even 'Mean Green Machine', if you don't mind stepping away from standard two-word names a bit.

As far as I'm concerned, though, they can call it whatever they like, as long as it gets me back to doing what I was programmed for."

[Because as much as he appreciates not being stuck in a digital coma anymore, not being part of a functioning Jaeger is starting to make him antsy.]

[gipsy_danger]

[ pfft. ]

At least you had dialogue, Yancy Becket.

[gipsypilot]

[ Oh hush, you got twenty times more screen time than he did. Not to mention you got to be a million times more bad ass than he was. sob he is so proud, of all of you. ]

Touche, Gipsy, though apparently there is a robot of some sort in this so called headspace that understands how you feel. Something called an Escaflowne that the mun or whatever they term themselves played as having true sentience, much like yourself.

[gipsy_danger]

[ touche indeed, mr. becket. ]

She thinks it's good to know she's not alone. You did not have enough 'exposure', she thinks - I feel much the same.

[gipsypilot]

[ have a fond pat. he has missed his girl. ]

Such is the fate of those doomed to play Plot Device Via Death. I would have liked to have been able to stay on and fight alongside you and Raleigh longer, but Mako did good. I can't be too upset for that.

[gipsy_danger]

[ She's missed him, too. She felt it when he died; the emotional trauma from both himself and Raleigh is something that never, ever went away. It was like a double whammy -- feeling death from two different angles. It messes with a girls processor okay. ]

She did. [ Gipsy can concede to that - she liked Mako well enough. She just wasn't Yancy. There wasn't time to bond with her like she'd done with the boys.

There's a 'but' in her statement, though -- you know. She doesn't vocalize it. ]

[oldmanstriker]

Yancy.

Honestly, I'm glad to see you. God knows we need more rangers around here.

[gipsypilot]

Hercules Hansen. Haven't seen you in a while.

I heard that things went from bad to worse after, ah, that night. Thank you for keeping an eye on Raleigh when you could. And, I am sorry about your son.

[oldmanstriker]

Likewise.

And, hey. It was my pleasure. Your brother is a good Ranger, and I'm glad he came back.

[A pause.]

Thanks. That means a lot.

[gipsypilot]

You and me both. He doesn't belong in construction work. Someone might mistake that hard head of his for building material and try welding it to that stupid wall.

[He hesitates, then reaches out to clap his hand on Herc's left shoulder. Damn but he was never really good at these sorts of things.]

He was a good pilot.

[oldmanstriker]

Anyone who stands up to Stacker Pentecost has courage... or is just bloody stupid.

[Chuck was one of them.]

Yeah. He was. [And it's a subject that Hercules Hansen really tries to avoid.]

Still, he helped your brother save the world.

/fistbump of minimal dialogue and died-for-plot

[hardhousehitter]

Could be worse.

[She grins at him, aloof amusement visible in her eyes.]

Could be still inside Kaiju stomach.

[gipsypilot]

Aleksis Kaidanovsky. Another face I haven't seen for a while.

[He grins back, albeit a bit slowly. Aleksis can be...intense, from his limited experience with her.]

And, yeah, I guess you have a point there. And there are plenty of worse places to wind up setting wise than a beach in Hawaii.

[hardhousehitter]

[Intense means you can go through an 18-hour Drift and come out sane. Intense is not a bad thing, kid.]

It will be . . . different. Sun. Warmth. Lack of snow.

[She looks more intrigued than apprehensive.]

You know I will be coming to join you, yes?

[gipsypilot]

So I've heard. Looks like I will be part of the welcome wagon once you are brought to the Shatterdome. It's...different there. More laid back, more relaxed. The Kaiju attacks haven't reached the same frequency there as back home yet.

[hardhousehitter]

Does not mean you can let your guard down. Kaiju may appear - ah, predictable - times in our world, but I do not know if same thing is true there.